Lockdown losing matches thread

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Well, here it is: evidence that a returnee shouldn't get Wildchild in his first match back.

 

Must... rebuild... cred...

 

 

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DING DING!!!!

 

"Ladies and gentlemen," says Funyon, as the show returns from commercial, "the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under Cruiserweight Rules!" Funyon pauses to let the crowd pop, and they do so dutifully. He continues, "Making his way to the ring..."

 

As "Bouncin' Back" begins to blare over the speakers, the fans continue cheering, and Suicide King says, "Welcome back to SWF Lockdown! I'm here as always with everyone's favorite workman's comp case, Mak Francis."

 

"Oh, you better believe it's not comp," says Francis. "Of course, even if Peters wasn't paying me, it wouldn't matter. I'm still the Franchise, with a big house and five cars."

 

"Yeah," scoffs King. "In Philadelphia."

 

As his music plays, Wildchild steps out from behind the velvet curtain and begins making his way to the ring, accompanied by the beautiful Melissa Fasaki. "Dub-Cee's got the fever tonight," says Francis. "Look at the intensity in his eyes. He's beaten Tom Flesher before, and he knows he can beat him again."

 

"Bull," King snaps back. "As near as I can tell, there aren't any ladders around here, so Wildchild's lost any advantage he'll have. Of course, you'd be feverish too, with Melissa around here."

 

Funyon announces, "Accompanied by Melissa Fasaki, from the Bahamas, and weighing in at 214 pounds... this is the WIIIIIIIIIIIIILDCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD!"

 

"Of course," murmurs King, "You probably don't get feverish anymore, what with the paralysis and all."

 

"That's not what your little woman said last night," says Mak with a smirk.

 

Wildchild slides his shin guards off and hands them to the beautiful Miss Fasaki, and then somersaults into the ring. The crowd breaks into a chant of "DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE!" which he acknowledges with a quick raise of his arms as his music fades out.

 

"And his opponent..."

 

 

BOOM!

 

 

With a burst of blue pyro, the percussive opening of Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir" lights up the Taj Mahal, its pristine white marble reflecting Tom Flesher's trademark blue. The strings ring out over the Indian crowd, and Flesher steps through the curtain. His brow is level, and his jaw is set. While Wildchild showed that he's serious about this match, Tom Flesher seems just as humorless. Without any posing, without any flare, he struts to the ring in his blue warmup. He stares at Wildchild the whole time, his gaze never leaving his adversary.

 

"This is Tom's first match back after a stint as Ghost Machine 2.0," says Suicide King. "While I'm sure he enjoyed himself, he's back with a vengeance, and he wants to avenge all the losses he's suffered. Wildchild, of course, won the first Cruiserweight Championship by defeating Flesher in a ladder match, and I'm sure that's stayed with him."

 

Flesher climbs the stairs to the ring, wiping his feet on the apron before stepping through the ropes. In the center, he throws his head back, and machinegun-like bursts of blue pyro spray out of the cornerposts as "Kashmir" breaks down. Flesher looks to Funyon, who dutifully announces.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is the in-ring return of the most dominant force the SWF has ever seen. Twice the World Heavyweight Champion, former World Cruiserweight Champion, former World Tag Team Champion, and a member of the S... W... F... HALL of FAME... weighing in tonight at 229-point-9 pounds, this is THE SUPERIOR ONE, TOM FLESHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!"

 

The fans cheer as Flesher, all business, strips his warmup off. Ced Ordonez steps over, checking his new foam kickpads and pronouncing them legal before Flesher steps to the center of the ring. Wildchild stares him down, and finally, Ordonez calls for the bell.

 

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

 

"And we're underway," says the Suicide King, as the Superior One and the Bahama Bomber square off in the center of the ring. Wildchild stands low, his body coiled up as if he were planning to spring into the air at any moment and set off an aerial assault. Flesher, meanwhile, maintains a square, broad stance, characteristic of his defensive attitude - come to me, and I'll make you regret it.

 

Flesher reaches forward and claps a hand onto Wildchild's neck. He grabs WC at the triceps and pulls him into a lockup, then sends him to the ropes. Wildchild bounces off, and Flesher lunges at him with an arm cocked for a lariat! The Caribbean ducks the clothesline, though, and keeps running. As Flesher spins around, Wildchild launches himself off the ropes and springs at him, nailing a pinball attack! Flesher falls to the mat but quickly springs back up as Wildchild rolls through. WC hits the ropes and rebounds, catching Tom off-guard with a springboard leg lariat! Flesher once again hits the canvas, prompting a cheer. Rattled, the two-time Heavyweight Champion rolls out of the ring, trying to shake off the unexpected attack.

 

"Well damn," says Francis, watching as his former partner tries to collect himself. "It looks like the ring rust is getting to Flesher's head."

 

"The ring rust and Wildchild's speed," King adds.

 

As if on cue, Wildchild springs onto the second turnbuckle, and then the top. He sprints across the cable toward the unsuspecting Flesher, then somersaults off, throwing himself at his adversary with a diving koppo kick! He whips Flesher in the head with his heels, and Tom collapses to the concrete! Wildchild kips up, sliding back into the ring and getting to his feet. He lies in wait as Flesher pulls himself up on the ring apron.

 

"Flesh's always been a slow, methodical wrestler," Francis says, "trying to use the Greco-Roman style that got him here. He's lost to Wildchild before because he couldn't keep up with these kinds of attacks."

 

As the Superior One gets to his feet on the apron, he holds the top rope to keep his balance. With a slight smile on his face, the Human Hurricane jumps to the top strand and springs off, diving toward Flesher and grabbing him in a front facelock as he falls toward the concrete! He pulls Flesher down with him, slamming him into the thinly-padded floor with a springboard DDT! The crowd stands up, chanting "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

 

"Where do you suppose they picked that up?" muses King.

 

"Wayne Blank had the warmup tonight," Francis says. "He taught them just enough English to watch wrestling effectively."

 

Flesher sprawls out on the thin padding as Wildchild rolls through to his feet. despite being in much better shape than Flesher, Wildchild is clearly suffering from the move.

 

"Was that the brightest thing for Dub-Cee to do?" asks Francis rhetorically. Yeah, Flesh is down, but Dub's not in great shape himself."

 

"He does this kind of nonsense all the time," King replies. "He's got to take a few lumps of his own to soften his opponents up for that flip-flopping crap he calls a moveset late in the match."

 

"Sort of like Tommy Boy with his headlocks and getting the other guy tired so he can put on some random submission?"

 

King bristles. "Oh, come on. You know a thing or two about ring strategy, don't you?"

 

"Enough to know that Tommy's just as boring as Wildchild but without all the entertaining stuff," Francis laughs.

 

Wildchild slides back into the ring, leaving Flesher stunned. Still trying to shake off the impact of the springboard DDT, Wildchild leans against the ropes but maintains a constant state of readiness. Flesher, meanwhile, rolls over and starts trying to push himself to his feet. Despite Wildchild's careful watch, the former Heavyweight Champion stands up slowly and seems only barely aware of his surroundings. Using the apron, he pulls himself to his feet and rolls back into the ring. Still lying in wait, Wildchild holds back until Flesher gets all the way up. From there, the Machine from the Caribbean grabs him and whips him into a far corner, then starts chasing after him. Flesher hits the corner, slumping down into it as it knocks the wind out of him. Only a second behind, Wildchild launches himself into the air and twists 360 degrees, slamming into Flesher with the Blue Crush! The force sends Wildchild slightly backward, and Flesher starts staggering out of the corner.

 

"Here it comes," says Francis, feigning boredom.

 

Flesher staggers one step out of the corner. He staggers a second step. Finally, he flops impotently onto his face.

 

The crowd, simply put, explodes.

 

"I'll never quite understand that," King muses as Wildchild grabs Flesher by the arm and rolls him onto his back. He makes the cover, and Ced counts

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

Flesher kicks out! The fans pop as Tom rolls to his stomach and starts to push his way to his feet. He looks up, his eyes clearer than would be expected for the amount of trouble he appears to be having. As he nears his feet, Wildchild runs behind him and bounces off the ropes. Flesher gets to his feet, wobbling, and takes a step backwards as his opponent sprints by him and leaps onto the bottom rope, then springs off! He arches his back and flips in mid-air, executing a picture-perfect Asai moonsault!

 

Unfortunately for the cruiserweight sensation, Flesher anticipated that he'd be flinging himself at him, and grabs the vulnerable Wildchild in his upside-down position. A few fans pop for Flesher's quick catch, and he quickly throws Wildchild to the mat with a scoop slam! The Bahaman grabs his back, but Flesher aims for his sternum as he drops onto him with a headbutt. He stays on Wildchild for the cover.

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

NO! Wildchild kicks out. Flesher eases some of the pressure, allowing his foe to roll to his stomach. With a smirk, Flesher clamps on a front headlock, prompting a cheer from his more devoted fans and a collective groan from most of the rest of the crowd. He pulls Wildchild in close as he stands up, leaning on the slightly build gymnast's neck.

 

"Here we go," says King. "Flesher's starting in on the serious work now."

 

Flesher clamps down on the headlock. Wildchild struggles. He grabs at Flesher's cocked elbow, attempting the pass-by counter learned in the ring against Scott Pretzler and Ejiro Fasaki. Flesher sees the counter coming and jerks his elbow back into position, smirking almost to the point of laughing out loud.

 

"Isn't that adorable?" asks King. "Wildchild thinks he can fight his way out of a Tom Flesher front headlock."

 

"He did pick up a bunch on the mat from Pretz, Hawke and Ejiro," says Francis. "I wouldn't put it past him."

 

Francis' benefit of the doubt aside, Flesher is able to tighten up the headlock to the point where Wildchild's struggling is unproductive. As soon as he feels Wildchild stop actively fighting for escape, Flesher steps in and arches his back, throwing the Caribbean Cruiser through the air and onto his back with the Cement Mixer! Flesher floats over and comes up on top, exposing Wildchild's shoulders to the mat! Ced Ordonez dives down and counts

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

NO! Wildchild gets a shoulder up, and Flesher cuts his losses by scooting out to the side and allowing him to roll back to his knees. "He knows he's still in control," says King as Flesher stands up once again and pulls Wildchild in at an awkward angle. As Wildchild backs out, trying to escape, Flesher snakes an arm under his left shoulder and underhooks it. He drives forward, thrusting the underhook skyward and tossing Wildchild to the mat with the Cement Job! He holds his adversary down as Ordonez makes another count:

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

KICKOUT! Wildchild breaks the fall, getting his arm loose and rolling to his hip in order to relieve the pressure on his neck. Flesher stays on him, however, even as he allows him to get to a sitting position. As soon as Wildchild does, however, Flesher kicks his legs forward and applies bodyscissors, locking up the Wet Cement submission! Wildchild immediately stiffens, and the crowd shouts, "OOOOH!" as he attempts to escape the deadly lock!

 

"This could be it!" says King. "Flesher leaned on Wildchild, racking up near-falls until the Tropical Tumbler lost track of what was going on, and then took advantage of that disorientation by slapping on the Wet Cement! Wildchild's not going to be able to escape this one!"

 

Wildchild tries to scoot himself free but quickly finds that he can't move very far with the added 230 pounds hanging from his neck and ribs. He reaches out one arm, trying desperately for his only chance to escape, and finds it as he grabs the middle rope! As he hangs on for dear life, the crowd pops for the escape and Ced Ordonez begins his count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

Finally, Flesher releases his bodyscissors and kicks back, getting to his feet before releasing the headlock.

 

"Flesher was playing close to the edge there," says Francis. "The ref could have hit him for keeping the hold late."

 

"Oh, he was just trying to get balanced," says King, rolling his eyes.

 

"Come on, Flesh was one of my best friends when I was wrestling," Mak snaps back. "But he's always played fast and loose. It's just the way he is."

 

"Well, that style's proven effective for him, just like Wildchild's circus performances have been effective for him. Of course, you see who's coming out on top now that there are no ladders around."

 

True to form, Flesher dives down onto Wildchild with an elbow to the spine. Wildchild flattens out, but Flesher quickly stands back up before dropping another elbow into his back. Once more, the Superior One returns to his feet. This time, he drives a knee into the Bahama Bomber's back, and as Wilchild writhes on the ground, he applies a hammerlock. Immediately, the fans begins chanting "BORING!"

 

"It may be boring, but he's still in control," says King.

 

Wildchild, however, lets his arm go limp, drawing once again on the techniques he's seen from Fasaki, Hawke and Pretzler. As Flesher leans over to try to reapply the hold, Wildchild scoots out between his legs, escaping out the back door and slapping on a waistlock! Stunned, Flesher gets to his feet and begins trying to escape. Nevertheless, Wildchild retains his element of surprise by lifting Flesher into the air and slamming him to the mat with a waistlock takedown! The fans cheer as he sprints to the ropes and rebounds, diving through the air with a flip and landing on Flesher with a somersault senton splash! Flesher arches his back in pain, but quickly stands back up and faces Wildchild to avoid any further surprises... and sure enough, he sees the acrobat grab him by the wrist and fall to the side, throwing him to the mat with a flying armdrag! The crowd pops as Wildchild springs back up and is waiting for Flesher as he tries to get to his feet, only to be thrown with another flying armdrag! Flesher rolls to the side before getting to his feet, but still gets tossed to the mat one more time as the crowd is literally screaming its approval!

 

"That's talent," says Mak approvingly. "Wildchild isn't as strong as Flesher, and he's not about to win any down-and-dirty mat battles, but he knows what works for him and he knows how to nail it! Look at that speed, King. You can't beat that."

 

Flesher gets up, disoriented by being thrown three times in succession. As a result, Wildchild is able to grab him and guide him into the corner before running down the side of the ring. Once he reaches the adjacent corner, he leaps onto the top rope and runs back across the top strand! As he barrels toward Flesher, he shoots his legs out and nails him in the face with a dropkick! The fans cheer even louder as Wildchild hits the mat, executes a perfect backward roll and leaps to his feet in the center of the ring!

 

"And tell me how you can't like that," says Francis.

 

After he acknowledges the crowd, Wildchild sprints back toward Flesher and leaps into the air, throwing a gamengiri straight at him! Partially out of instinct and partially out of luck, Flesher half-ducks, half-falls, dropping to his knees and letting Wildchild kick straight into the turnbuckle. Flesher stands back up, shaking off the cobwebs as he senses an opening. As Wildchild turns around to face Flesher, he steps straight into a running shotei that knocks him back into the corner. Once again, Flesher's loyal contingent of fans cheers as Wildchild slumps against the ropes. Flesher lifts WC's right arm into the air and then hammers him in the ribs with a shin kick! Wildchild curls up, in obvious pain, but Flesher hits him with another kick to the ribs. Flesher steps back, allowing Wildchild to stagger forward before he grabs him and throws him overhead with an effortless railgun suplex! Wildchild lands with a thud, while Flesher merely rolls over and makes the cover.

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

NO! Wildchild kicks out!

 

"That railgun suplex was brutal!" marvels Mak. "I mean, it's no Million Dollar Plex, but..."

 

"And the Million Dollar Plex was no Jokers Wild," King says. "But Tom Flesher is one of the foremost ring technicians in not only the SWF but the history of wrestling. How can you complain about anything the man does?"

 

Flesher lifts Wildchild by the head and lifts him to his feet. He whips him to the ropes and steps forward, looking for a shotei. Wildchild ducks, and Flesher staggers forward awkwardly. Wildchild hits his feet and jumps back up, dropkicking Flesher into the corner. As Flesher tries to catch his breath, the Human Hurricane runs to the ropes and springs off the top, nailing him with a springboard enzuigiri! Flesher slumps into the corner and bounces back out, stumbling slowly. Wildchild grabs his head and lifts him, twisting with a corkscrew vertical suplex! Tom hits the mat, and Wildchild floats over without a second thought for the cover!

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

NO! Flesher kicks out forcefully, though his eyes aren't clear. He pushes to his feet, with Wildchild quickly kipping up and waiting for him. As Flesher uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, WC grabs the extended wrist and jumps up, coming down with a Caribbean Cutter that flattens out the Superior One! The crowd leaps to its feet as Flesher bounces off the mat, rolling to his back! Within the blink of an eye, Wildchild is springing up the cornerpost and perched on the top turnbuckle! He leaps off, and the crowd screams, with flashbulbs popping and Mak Francis yelling, "ANDROOOOOOOOOOOOOOS DROP!!!!"

 

With his arms extended in a crucifix position, Wildchild twists through the air, diving toward Tom Flesher to finish him off! He lands...

 

 

** THUD **

 

 

"HE MOVED!" shouts Francis, as Wildchild hits the mat with all the force of his Andros Drop and no one to absorb it. The crowd immediately begins booing as Flesher rolls to his feet. Flesher takes a moment to shake off his ring rust. Then, with all the nonchalance the fans have come to expect from the Superior One, he drops a knee onto the stunned Bahaman's back.

 

"Tom Flesher has continued attacking the core of the Wildchild all through this match," says Suicide King, "from kicking him in the ribs to dropping those elbows and knees into his back. Where the head goes, the body will follow, but if you take out the core, the body will crumble. By attacking Wildchild at the trunk of the tree, he's making sure that he can't build up those chains of aerial maneuvers that we saw early in the match and allowing himself time to recover."

 

After a moment to breathe, Flesher squats down and grabs the stunned Wildchild by the waist and hoists him into the air. He holds the gymnastic marvel upside down for a few seconds, teasing the crowd with the setup for his trademark Ego Buster... and then quickly drops to one knee, bending Wildchild over the other with a gutwrench backbreaker! Mak Francis clears his throat uncomfortably, saying, "Flesher said he wasn't going to be using any head-dropping moves this time around the block, but it can't be easy to ignore a big drop like that."

 

"Of course," King says, just to be contrary, "if Flesher had stalled much longer, Wildchild probably would have been able to counter out of it with a rana or flying headscissors or some other flippy-floppy nonsense. Flesher's got him stunned, but Wildchild won't go down that easily."

 

Flesher lets Wildchild slump down and stacks him up as Ced Ordonez counts

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

THR- NO! Wildchild shoots off the ground with authority, and Flesher stands up, knowing he's got more work to do. He grabs Wildchild by the braids and pulls him up, prompting Ordonez to caution against hair-pulling. Ignoring him, Flesher hooks Wildchild by the arm and bends him to the side, applying an abdominal stretch! Immediately, the fans begin to boo as the official drops down to one knee and asks the first-ever Cruiserweight Champion if he wants to quit. Flesher takes the opportunity to reach over and grab the top rope, leaning back and using the leverage to increase the pressure on WC’s abdominals. He pulls on the ropes and Wildchild's painted face twists into a mask of pain.

 

"Oh, come on," says Francis. "Flesher's just leaning on those ropes to increase the pressure. I mean, I know it's his style and all, but that's just not right."

 

The fans, agreeing with Francis, jeer loudly and shout at the official to look up at Flesher’s hand, but Ced's positioning puts Wildchild’s body in the way and so he can’t see the blatant illegality. Flesher leans further back, and WC cries out. Ordonez stands up to check if the former Heavyweight Champion is using the ropes, but as soon as he starts to stand up, Tom releases it. Ced Ordonez walks around Flesher, sees nothing, and moves back in front of Wildchild once again. As the ref moves back into the blind spot, Flesher casually leans over and grabs the top rope once again.

 

"This ain't right," sighs Mak Francis.

 

"Well, it’s not illegal as such," replies King nonchalantly.

 

"Oh, isn't it?" sighs Mak, knowing he's contractually obligated to feed straight lines to Suicide King at least twice per show.

 

"Does Hardcastle see it?"

 

"Obviously not."

 

"Then he can’t very well call it. Thank you, good night."

 

Wildchild, in excruciating pain, tries to hold out. Flesher pulls the rope harder, putting more and more pressure on the Tropical Tumbler’s spine and ribs. Even as the fans begin an "ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!" chant, Ordonez stays focused on Johnny. The Bahama Bomber tries to tell Ordonez that Flesher is cheating, but the referee simply shakes his head and says that he didn’t see the illegality.

 

("Probably can't understand his accent, either," murmurs Suicide King.)

 

Flesher smirks and leans even further back, just as the official stands up to look for a rope grab. Flesher releases a moment too late, and Ordonez calls for the break. Tom holds his hand up, professing innocence and arguing that he had done nothing wrong. Wildchild, meanwhile, takes the opportunity to spend his last ounce of strength. With Flesher off-balance, he swings his legs up and hooks Flesher's head, then dives forward, rolling to take Flesher off his feet and to the mat! Flesher lands on his back, but by the time he realizes what's happening, Wildchild has already hit the ropes and rolled through to flatten him out with a senton splash! The crowd goes wild as Flesher sits up, the wind knocked out of him, and then flattens back out. Wildchild, though, isn't in much better shape.

 

"Dub-Cee's looking in a bad way," says Mak, sounding concerned. Sure enough, he sits clutching his back, his eyes showing obvious pain. Flesher rolls to his knees, getting up despite his chest heaving. As Wildchild starts to get up, Flesher sucks it up and charges at him. Just as the Caribbean looks up, Flesher's boot makes an imprint on his face, taking him to the mat with concussive force! Once again, a loyal pocket of technocrats cheer for Flesher's big boot, but most of the crowd boos out of concern for Wildchild. Nonetheless, the Human Hurricane quickly sits back up, only to feel Tom Flesher charge at him and throw a stiff kick straight into his spine! Wildchild's back curls up and he lets loose with a blood-curdling scream, cut short only by a second place-kick straight to the back! Wildchild's face is contorted into a mask of agony as Flesher backs up. He sprints at Wildchild and kicks as hard as he can, absolutely slamming his foot into the spine! Wildchild collapses to the mat, and Flesher drops down, covering him. Ordonez counts

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

THR- NO!!!!!!!

 

 

"This is Wildchild right here," says Francis. "He's not going to give up for anything, and he knows that he can beat Flesher."

 

"It's the same crap he puts out night after night," says King. "He'll put his body on the line, but it doesn't win him matches. It injures him more often than not. He needs to tighten up or else he's going to see a lot more matches like this."

 

Flesher waits for Wildchild to get up, knowing that he'll be easy to take out with his core absolutely destroyed. As WC gets to his feet, Flesher grabs him around the waist and ducks his head under one arm, lifting him for a backdrop suplex! In mid-air, Wildchild rolls back, landing deftly on his feet behind Flesher and immediately driving him toward the ropes! As Flesher hits the ropes, Wildchild locks his arms around Flesher's waist and rolls backwards, pulling Flesher into a rolling-prawn pin! Ordonez counts

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

THRE- NO!!!! Just before Cedric's hand hits the mat the last time, Flesher kicks his legs out and sends Wildchild running! Flesher rolls to his knees, and then to his feet, only to be nailed with a bodyblock as Wildchild parlays the burst of speed into another Asai moonsault! This time he connects, and he lands on top of Flesher! Ordonez drops back to the mat and counts

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

THR- KICKOUT! Flesher sits up, still stunned, but not knocked out. Wildchild grabs him by the head and hoists him to his feet, and then executes another picture-perfect corkscrew suplex! They land, with Flesher clutching his back... but Wildchild doing the same.

 

"Probably not the brightest thing for the gymnast to do," says King, barely able to contain his satisfaction. "Wildchild may have just cost himself the match."

 

Nonetheless, Wildchild gets up to his feet slightly before Flesher does and grabs him by the wrist. He starts to whip the Superior One to the ropes, but finds himself headed to the ropes when Flesher reverses it! Before he can launch himself off the ropes, though, Flesher charges at him and hammers him with a stepping shotei! Wildchild staggers back into the ropes, bounces off slightly, and eats another stiff palm before collapsing to the mat!

 

"Tom Flesher always has his strikes to fall back on," says Mak Francis, "especially late in the game."

 

Even so, Wildchild is down, but not out. He starts to sit up, trying to keep himself from being pinned. Almost immediately, Tom Flesher drops to one knee behind him and shoots a half nelson behind his left shoulder. Quickly, Flesher falls back, locking on a bodyscissors grip and pulling Wildchild's left arm around to complete the cobra clutch!

 

"King Cobra hold!" shouts Suicide King. "That cobra clutch with bodyscissors is locked on right in the middle of the ring! There's no escape!"

 

Wildchold looks around, his eyes wide. He struggles, trying to break free, but knowing that Flesher's strength is too much to contend with when he only has one free arm. He tries to free his left arm, but Flesher keeps the cobra clutch tight. Finally, Wildchild flails uncontrollably to try to reach the ropes that are at least five feet away.

 

"Nightie-night," says Mak Francis. "That cobra clutch was mine, and I gotta tell you, no one escapes from that, not with Flesher squeezing the life out of you with those bodyscissors."

 

Nonetheless, Wildchild continues to fight. He grows fainter and fainter with each throe until finally, Ordonez drops to one knee and takes his arm.

 

He raises it once... it falls.

 

Twice... it falls.

 

Three times... it falls.

 

Ordonez calls for the bell.

 

 

DING DING DING!!!!

 

 

Flesher releases the hold immediately. He stands up, leaving Wildchild on his back in the center, and Ordonez raises his arm.

 

"The winner of the match," says Funyon, "by submission, TOM FLESHER!"

 

"Get used to that, Mackenzie," says the Suicide King. "With Flesher focused on submission wrestling, you're going to be hearing it a lot more."

 

"Kashmir" once again blares throughout the Taj Mahal, and Tom Flesher celebrates in the ring as Lockdown fades to commercial.

[JHawk 0]

Just to prove I did actually turn something in on the false hope that IL no-showed (for those not in the know, my PC was stolen in the middle of my move, so I literally have to write my matches and columns either on my lunch breaks or at the public library, which explains my inactivity).

 

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Cut backstage to a closed door, where referee Scott Ryder is seen knocking on it.

 

Ryder: "Time for the match, Mr. Rickmen."

 

"Thanks Scott," is audibly heard from behind the door. A few seconds later, the door opens, and out steps Insane Luchador, ready for action. He turns to head to the gorilla position, unaware that a steel chair is flying toward his head.

 

 

SMACK!

 

 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

 

DING DING DING!

 

Jay Hawke slowly emerges onto the screen, and he scoops down to pull IL up to his feet. He locks in a tight front facelock, then drops his opponent straight down onto his head with a DDT that lands Andrew Rickman vertical. IL slumps to the floor, and Hawke immediately covers as Scott Ryder slides into position.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THREE!

 

 

DING DING DING!

 

 

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

Satisifed at his ingenious scheme that allows him to be the victor with little effort, Jay Hawke allows Scott Ryder to raise his arms in victory before casually walking off camera.

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

I agree completely with you Tom, even if WC is pretending to be some sort of human-avian hybrid.

 

lolz

 

I'll read the Fleshey match laters. Maybe. Probably.

[The Ill One 0]

Read it, it was a good match.

[Mr. S£im Citrus 0]

Drea, I assure you that I have no idea what you're talking about.

 

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[Smartly Pretty 0]

Comments, you fools~!

 

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The cameras fade into the ring, and all three wrestlers have already made their entrances. Funyon booms into the microphone. “Ladies and gentleman, this is your MAIN EVENT for the evening, and it is for the CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WOOOOOOOORRLLLLLDDDDD!”

 

“To my left, from Elkhart Indiana….THE UNIQUE YOUTH…ZYYYYOOOOOOONNNNNN”

 

“Also to my left, from Sendai Japan….THE DIVINE WIND AKIRRRRRAAAA KAAAAIIIIBATSUUUUU!!!”

 

“And the champion…from Manhatten New York….THE SPIRIT OF AGGRESSION…GRENDELLLLLLLLLLL”

 

 

The three cruiserweights circle each other, holding their hands out to their sides, preparing to counter any move one competitor may throw. The grapplers all lift their arms, and form somewhat of a three way Greco-roman knuckle lock. Zyon makes the first move, kicking Grendel, who is to the left of him. Rose backs off after the kick, retreating to the ropes, leaving Akira and Zyon locked up with one arm. Kaibatsu then throws a kick of his own Zyon’s way. Zyon retaliates with a low kick. Grendel comes running back at the other two wrestlers. Akira and Zyon try to hit Grendel with a double clothesline, but the Spirit of Aggression ducks under the strike. He hits the other ropes, and comes bouncing back. Akira and Zyon, still locked up, then hit Grendel with a double knife edged chop!

 

“Wuh-ho!” Mak shouts. “Interesting to see Akira and Zyon working on the same page there!

 

Grendel falls to his knees, and Zyon puts a collar and elbow tie up on with Kaibatsu. Any cooperation the two had going on a second ago has died down, and they shove each other around the ring in the lock up. Spinning all around the ring, bouncing off the ropes, and turnbuckle.

 

Grendel gets to his feet, and the two contenders spin their way into the champions area. Hunter leaps, and extends his feet out, hitting Zyon and Akira with a double dropkick!

 

“The action is starting off hot and heavy here, Mak!”

 

“Well, it’s going to have to if they don’t want the crowd to shit on them! Were you watching that last match?”

 

“I’d think it’d be pretty easy to win the fans over in this one – all you have to do is have a winner!”

 

Akira backs up a few feet, but is quick to regain his balance. Zyon falls back into the turnbuckle. Grendel approaches Kaibatsu, but this turns about to be a mistake. Kaibatsu lifts his arm up under Grendel’s chin, and nails him with a vicious European Uppercut that knocks Rose off his feet!

 

Zyon then runs towards Akira, and leaps up into the air, nailing Akira in the chest with the Snap Dropkick! Akira rolls out of it, and the three grapplers are at a standoff in their corners, allowing the audience a moment to applause.

 

Akira and Zyon now approach each other, and put in another collar and elbow tie up. Grendel, not wanting to be out of the action, throws a clubbing forearm to Akira, breaking up the tie up. The champion then throws a forearm to Zyon. He turns to Akira, and nails him with an elbow. The Spirit of Aggression turns again to Zyon, who is waiting for Grendel. Zyon grabs Hunter’s arm, and wrenches it around, before whipping him into the ropes.

 

Grendel bounces back, and Zyon drops to the ground. Rose steps over Zyon, and tries to run to the next rope, but Akira interrupts his path, and nails him with a Yakuza kick!

 

“Oh my god, it seems like everyone in this match is everywhere at once!” Farncis shouts.

 

Zyon is up right away, and comes running to Akira. He wraps his arms around Kaibatsu’s waist, and tucks his head to the side. He then flips the Divine Wind backwards, dropping him with a back suplex. Zyon then wastes no time in going over to Grendel, and putting him in a front facelock. He flips Grendel’s arm over his head, in attempt of a vertical suplex. Hunter drops to his knees to try and prevent The Unique Youth from hitting the suplex though. Zyon fights with Grendel though, and the two eventually do a complete 180 degree spin. Zyon finally gets Grendel up for a suplex, but after the spin, the turnbuckle is right behind Zyon, and it crotches Grendel! Zyon then pushes Hunter’s head down towards the mat, putting him in a tree of woe out of that suplex!

 

“What the hell? Who saw that one coming, because I know I didn’t” King admits.

 

“Not going to lie to you…I didn’t either.”

 

“I guess that’s what cruiserweight action is all about, Francis.”

 

Akira gets to his feet, and begins to run at Grendel. He drops to the floor, dipping his feet out, hitting Grendel right in the face with a dropkick. Kaibatsu gets right back up, and is greeted with an elbow from Zyon. Zyon grabs his arm, and whips Akira into the ropes. Kaibatsu bounces back, and Zyon ducks for a back drop. Akira has other plans though, and he front flips, pushing his feet out for a Kauppo kick!

 

“This match is starting off 100 miles an hour, King!”

 

Zyon is now at his knees, and the mercy of Akira’s kicks. Kaibatsu starts with a few light ones to the chest, and then sets up for a hard kick, taking a few steps away from Zyon so he can add more power to the strike. Before he knows it though, Grendel is out of the corner, and runs up to him, putting in a chicken wing. He drops to the ground, and flips over, putting in a Cattle Mutilation!

 

“That’s one hell of a move right there! Wes Davenport, former SWF World Champion used to use it…This ain’t no regular chicken wing!” King screams.

 

Zyon gets up, and stomps at Grendel, getting the hold off of Akira.

 

“Umm…” King says.

 

“I think Zyon may have forgotten that this match is taking place under elimination rules!”

 

Zyon picks up Grendel by the mask, and scoops him up, before slamming him back down to the mat. He then grabs Akira by his mask, and delivers a scoop slam to the mat. Grendel is back at his feet now. Zyon notices this, and scoops him up just like before. He then drops him right onto Akira for a 3rd Scoop Slam!

 

Grendel rolls off of Akira, and Kaibatsu starts to get up, but Zyon is in firm control of this match, and grabs a hold of The Divine Wind. He puts him in a rear waist lock with his head to the side. Zyon lifts Akira up, and then slams his feet back down for an atomic drop, planting Akira’s feet right onto Grendel’s face!

 

“Zyon’s got a pretty unique strategy here with all of the moves onto other people! Get it…unique!” King chuckles.

 

“While making a terrible joke in the process, yes, you are correct. Zyon’s got the right idea here, and it seems pretty obvious, by the way he’s controlling the match that the other two need to re-think their strategies.”

 

Zyon, then has a great idea. He picks up Grendel’s legs, and he flips Grendel’s body over Akira’s. Grendel’s head is by Akira’s legs. Zyon then grabs a hold of Akira’s chin, and pulls it upwards.

 

“Oh my god, HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT?!”

 

“Ok…ok…so Zyon has Grendel in an Elevated Boston Crab…and Akira in a Camel Clutch…all at the same time…oh my god”

 

Grendel then thrusts his legs forward, and knocks Zyon off of him, freeing Akira and himself from the hold. Zyon isn’t done though. He picks up Grendel by the hair, and then throws a forearm. Grendel throws a forearm right back, and wrenches his arm. Grendel then extends his foot upwards, and kicks Zyon’s twisted arm. Grendel then throws a kick sideways at Zyon’s side, and then another to the other side of his abdomen. Zyon drops to his knees from the impact, and Grendel takes advantage of that, by kicking him in the head.

 

Akira gets up, and quickly grabs Grendel by the mask, and throws a European Uppercut. Grendel would have fallen, but he was being held up by the mask, so he stayed at his feet. Kaibatsu hurls another uppercut, and lets go of the mask, letting Grendel fall to the ground. Grendel falls to his knees, and Akira runs to the ropes, and bounces back. He hurls his feet forward, nailing Grendel in the forehead with a basement dropkick!

 

Kaibatsu gets right up, and is about to make a lateral press on Grendel, but Zyon runs towards Kaibatsu, and hits him with a forearm to the back of the head, that sends him to the ground. Zyon picks him up off the ground, and puts him in a front facelock. He then whips Kaibatsu’s arm over his head, and flips him backwards for a front suplex. He makes a cover, not hooking a leg.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

THREENO!

 

 

“Bah, not only is it too early, he didn’t hook a leg.”

 

“Yeah, really. Zyon’s gotta think these things through,” King agrees.

 

Zyon picks up Akira by the mask, and throws a forearm at his cheek. The Unique Youth then whips Akira into the ropes, and he bounces back with velocity. Zyon jumps up, and nails Kaibatsu in the face with a missile dropkick!

 

“What impact on the dropkick!” Mak shills.

 

“Zyon may not be great at pins, but he sure has that dropkick down pat.”

 

Zyon walks over to Grendel, who still has not gotten up from the European Uppercuts. He lifts him up by the mask, and wraps his arms around his waist at the side. He flips the champion over, for a gut wrench suplex, followed by a cover, hooking the near leg.

 

 

 

ONEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRENOO!

 

“Well, he learns quickly I guess.”

 

“He hasn’t exactly had much time to learn either – he’s been pretty busy completely controlling this match,” Mak says.

 

Zyon gets up, and switch focus back to The Divine Wind. He picks him up by the mask, and whips him into the corner. Zyon cocks his arm back, and shoots it forward with a knife edged chop.

 

 

 

*SMAAAAACCCKKKKK*

 

 

 

“Ouch…”

 

 

Zyon pulls back one more time, snapping his arm forward at Kaibatsu’s chest, and his olive skin soon turns beat red.

 

 

Zyon goes for another chop, but The Divine Wind ducks under it, and their positions are now switched. Akira pulls his arm back, and hurls his hand at Zyon’s chest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

*SLAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*

 

 

Akira takes Zyon’s arm, and tries to whip him into the opposite corner, but Zyon keeps a hold of Akira’s arm, and tries to come back at him with a clothesline. Akira ducks under it though, and then nails Zyon with yet another European Uppercut!

 

 

“It seems ridiculous that a mere two weeks ago these two were teaming!”

 

Akira drops down to the mat, and makes a cover on Zyon.

 

 

 

ONEEE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREENOOO!

 

“Kaibatsu throws a bitch of a European Uppercut, but c’mon…it’s not getting him a three count…”

 

Kaiabstu picks Zyon up by the hair, but before he can get anymore offense in, Grendel comes up from behind him, and nails him in the back of the head with a forearm. Grendel throws his arm at Akira’s chest, and hits him with his own version of a knife edged chop. Hunter then turns to Zyon, and snaps his arm at him, continuing the chop battle. He turns to Akira, and hits him with another knife edged chop! The Spirit of Aggression throws his arm at Zyon, for a 4th straight knife edged chop.

 

Kaibatsu tries to hit Grendel with an elbow before he can be chopped again. Grendel blocks the elbow though, and spins around, hitting Akira in the neck with a discus chop! The champion then turns back around to Zyon. Zyon tries to hit Grendel in the gut with a toe kick, but Hunter catches him. Zyon turns over, trying to make the best of a bad situation with an enzugiri, but the champion ducks under the kick. Grendel then takes Zyon’s feet, and crosses them. Grendel sticks his own foot through the whole formed. He lies down backwards, and has Zyon in an Indian deathlock!

 

“This move is sometimes followed up by the attacker falling backwards to apply added pressure, Mak. It can be a real bitch of a hold.”

 

Akira walks over to Grendel, and nonchalantly kicks Grendel in the leg, making him stand up, while still applying the hold.. Akira throws a kick to the face of Grendel, and he falls backwards, applying more pressure to Zyon’s legs!

 

 

“Holy shit, Akira’s got a good idea here. Hurt Zyon by hurting Grendel!”

 

“Akira’s a creative one, eh?”

 

Kaibatsu kicks Grendel in the face again, forcing him to put pressure on Zyon’s leg. Akira picks up Grendel, making him stand in the hold completely, and throws a kick, but Grendel catches it! He spins Akira around, doing a complete 360, and grabs him around the waist. He flips him backwards, hitting Akira with a Northern Lights Suplex!

 

 

 

ONEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEE

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!

 

 

 

“Oh my god, did you see that? Grendel hit Akira with a Northern Lights Suplex, which in turn applied pressure to Zyon’s legs! Oh this is incredible!”

 

Grendel isn’t done yet though. He rolls Zyon over in the leg lock, so Zyon’s shoulders are now on the mat, technically a pinfall!

 

 

 

ONEE!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREENOOSHOULDERUP!

 

 

“Grendel is on fire right now!” Mak shouts.

 

All three men retreat to their corners of the ring, catching a breath of fresh air. Then, the camera’s view gets blocked by a standing fan. The crew goes to another camera, but their view is also blocked. The entire arena at the Taj Mahal is at their feet, applauding the last sequence.

 

“This has been one hell of a show, Francis”

 

“We had that International Title classic…now this…This could be our best world tour ever.”

 

Grendel and Akira are the first two at their feet. Grendel throws a knife edged chop at Akira, and The Divine Wind is momentarily stunned, but he retaliates before Grendel can throw another chop. He lifts his arm up under Grendel’s chin for a European Uppercut. Grendel then takes Kaibatsu by the arm, and whips him into the ropes. Akira bounces back, and Grendel nails him in the face with a forearm, sending Akira to the mat!

 

 

GREN-DEL! GREN-DEL!

 

 

A-KIR-A! A-KIRA-A!

 

 

ZY-ON! ZY-ON!

 

“Well, talk about a dueling chant!”

 

The champion goes for the cover on Akira, hooking a leg.

 

 

ONEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREENOOO!

 

 

Grendel is about to follow up on the missed pin opportunity, but Zyon is all over the champion before he gets an opportunity. Zyon throws a bionic elbow the skull of Grendel, and the Spirit of Aggression falls to the mat. Grendel is right back up though, grabbing Zyon’s arm, and wrenching it. He flips Zyon forward, for an arm drag. He goes for a cover.

 

 

ONEE!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEENOO!

 

 

RAHHHHHH-BOOOOOO

 

“In the past few weeks, Grendel sure has picked up a fan base.” Mak compliments.

 

Grendel picks Zyon’s head up, and puts him in a sitting position. Hunter then applies a sleeper to Zyon, and the life begins to fade away from the Unique Youth. All hope is not lost though, because Kaibatsu comes from behind Grendel, and nails him in the back with a vicious kick!

 

Grendel gets up quickly to face Akira, but Akira is ready to face him. The Divine Wind puts Grendel in a cravate, and flips him forward with a snapmare. He follows up with another kick, that leaves the champion screaming.

 

Grendel takes the screaming with him right back to his feet though, as he nails Akira with a snapmare of his own. The champion then kicks Akira right in the back, leaving The Divine Wind’s back red. He gets right back to his feet though, and the two stare each other down. Akira points to Zyon, who can’t move at the moment, and Grendel nods.

 

Akira picks up Zyon by the hair, and puts him in a cravate, and then flips him with a snapmare. Akira then hits Zyon in the back with a mean looking kick. Grendel then shoves Akira to the side, and hits Zyon in the back with an even harder kick. Kaibatsu comes storming back at Grendel. “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” He screams, as he kicks Zyon in the back with the hardest kick yet.

 

“…are they having a kicking battle with someone else’s back?” Mak asks.

 

“That’s cold, guys.”

 

Grendel then laughs, “Oh…like this!” and he steps towards Zyon, and thwarts him in the back with the hardest kick of the night. Akira and Grendel then kick Zyon at the same time! Akira kicks him in the stomach, Grendel in the back.

 

“OHHH!”

 

“Zyon’s just like a punching bag in a weight room, now…he’s gotta mount some sort of comeback.”

 

Zyon doesn’t fall down though, so the other two are dissatisfied. They step into their kicks one more time, sandwiching Zyon with pain. He still doesn’t fall though, so Kaibatsu and Grendel try one more time. Zyon falls to the ground just before they can get their third kicks in though, so their feet collide!

 

“Oooh!” Mak cries.

 

“Good job by Zyon to stay up just long enough for the other two to hit each others legs..this could definitely pay off for Zyon if he takes advantage of it.”

 

Kaibatsu doesn’t let the leg bother him though. He picks Grendel up, and ignores the team work they just displayed. He lays him out against the ropes, and nails him with a hard knife edged chop.

 

 

 

*SMAAACCKKKK*

 

 

Grendel walks off the ropes, trying to avoid Akira so he can get a breather, but Kaibatsu follows him around. Akira grabs him by the mask, and nails his forehard with a mean headbutt. Grendel makes the mistake of walking right into the turnbuckle, and giving Akira a place to chop him. Before he can do so, luckily for Grendel, Zyon finds his way behind Akira and nails him with a forearm to the back. Zyon puts a cravate on Akira, and spins him around 180 degrees. The Unique Youth then drops to the ground, planting Kaibatsu with a neckbreaker!

 

Zyon then picks up Grendel, and puts him in a cravate as well. He spins around, and drops the champion to the mat, with another neckbreaker. He then goes over to Kaibatsu, and grabs his legs. He spins him around, and puts him in an elevated Boston Crab!

 

“This move puts a ton of pressure on the lower back, Francis,” King begins. All of the kicks and chops these guys have taken have got to be hurting that area too. These guys wont be able to stand straight for weeks.”

 

Grendel gets up from the neckbreaker, and runs towards Zyon. He throws a forearm at Zyon’s face, sending him backwards into the ropes. The ropes allow him to bounce right back up though, so the forearm was essentially worthless. Grendel approaches him right after the forearm, but Zyon grabs him over the neck, setting him up for a flatliner. Akira gets up too, and is about to European Uppercut Zyon, but Zyon sees this coming a mile away, and puts the Divine Wind in a front facelock with his free arm. Zyon then falls backwards, driving both men’s face into the ground!

 

“Woah! Flat liner DDT combo! This match gets better every minute!”

 

“You said it, Francis.”

 

Zyon turns over, and tries to pin both men at the same time!

 

 

 

ONEEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEE!!!

 

 

 

 

NO! Both men got their shoulders up! Zyon hits himself in the head, and then goes for a cover on Akira. He gets a two count. He then attempts Grendel, only for a two count!

 

“Zyon really, really wants this elimination, it looks like.” King laughs.

 

Zyon then ascends to the top rope, looking to go for his patent Final Flash finishing move. Before he can do this though, Akira is on his feet. He throws a knife edged chop to Zyon on the turnbuckle. This gives Grendel time to get to his feet, and join Akira in the turnbuckle chopping. Akira then grabs Zyon’s arm, and hurls him off the turnbuckle. Zyon tries to get up right away, but Grendel and Akira come running right at him, and hit double Yakuza Kicks on Zyon!

 

“My god, this match is like a message board! One minute everyone’s on the same page, the next it’s every man for himself!” King shouts.

 

“Nerd” Mak chortles.

 

Grendel turns to Kaibatsu, and hurls a forearm, followed by a side kick. Rose then whips The Divine Wind into the ropes. Akira bounces back, and is met with a huge missile dropkick from Grendel! Grendel gets up right away, and stomps at Akira’s back. He goes for a quick pinfall.

 

 

 

ONEE!

 

 

 

 

TWOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREENO!!

 

“All three of these guys are firm believers in the thinking that any pinfall could be the one that earns the win, this match is proof.” King says.

 

Grendel is towering above Akira, talking to the referee about the last count. Not the wisest move, though, as Akira flips his leg all the way up in the air, and knocks Grendel in the side of the head with his knee.

 

“OOOOH!” Mak shouts. “That looked nasty!”

 

“Eh..not really, Francis…I’m sure Grendel took that like any other kick…”

 

“I’m not talking about Grendel! Did you see how high Akira’s leg was in the air?!”

 

Akira rolls over to the side of the ropes, catching a breather. While he does that, Zyon rolls over to Grendel, and tries to score a pinfall off of Akira’s move!

 

 

 

ONEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREENOOO!

 

 

Zyon wastes no time in getting up, and going to work on Kaibatsu. He picks him up by the mask, and wraps his arms around Akira’s torso. Zyon then flings all his weight backwards, delivering a belly to belly suplex on Akira!

 

“Textbook Belly-to-belly!” Mak shouts.

 

“Hard to do one better than that.”

 

Zyon then picks up Grendel and Akira by their masks. Zyon gets them to their feet, before waving his hands in the air, playing to the crowd. Akira and Grendel, insulted at this, both chop Zyon in the chest!

 

“Oh, man, what a match,” Mak compliments.

 

“These three guys really have a nice flow in the ring together. One minute they can assist each other, the next they’re exchanging elbows. I don’t think the bookers knew JUST how fantastic this show was when they booked it.”

 

“Really…we had Flesher vs Wildchild, and a 30 minute draw…and neither of those were even the main event!”

 

Kaibatsu and Grendel try to whip Zyon into the ropes. He bounces back, and the challengers duck down to hit a double back body drop. Zyon is waiting for it though, and nails Akira in the face with a kick. Zyon then whips Akira into the ropes, and Kaibatsu tries to reverse it with a satellite fujiwara armbar, but on his way down in the satellite, Grendel catches his torso. Akira’s body is behing held by Grendel, and his legs by Zyon now.

 

Zyon tosses Akira’s legs off of his shoulders now, hoping Grendel can knock Akira on his face from that position. Kaibatsu however rotates backwards off the drop, and plants Grendel in the head with a tornado DDT!!!

 

 

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

 

“Oh my god, what a DDT!” Mak shouts.

 

“Brilliant reversal from Akira…Kaibatsu hasn’t made many mistakes in this match. If any.”

 

Akira follows up the DDT quickly though. He runs at the ropes, and bounces back off the 2nd one. He spins around, and juts his leg out, hitting Zyon in the jaw with it!

 

 

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

The crowd screams along with the referees hand, as every second of the pinfall is documented.

 

ONEEEEEEEEE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEE

 

 

 

 

NO! NO, KICKOUT!

 

 

“Kaibatsu is really starting to take control with some dominating offense…if Akira makes a mistake it’s going to come in this environment of a fast pace.”

 

Akira picks up Grendel by the mask, and throws a vicious European Uppercut, before dragging him over to the turnbuckle. Akira grabs Zyon as if it’s a back suplex, and lifts him up onto the turnbuckle.

 

Akira comes up to the turnbuckle, and once again sets up for that back suplex. Grendel chucks an elbow backwards, sending Akira right out of the picture. Grendel turns around, and looks to go for an offensive move off the turnbuckle, but Zyon is right there to throw a clubbing fist at his back. Zyon ascends to the turnbuckle, behind Grendel, and puts Grendel in am abdominal stretch!

 

“This is deceptively painful, Francis. Grendel is going to feel this move in his stomach for weeks, whether he’s still champion or not.”

 

Akira goes to the outside ring apron, and approaches the turnbuckle. He kicks Grendel in the back and sends him off of the turnbuckle. Zyon struggles coming up with an idea to make the best of this situation, but it’s too late. Akira has grabbed Zyon by the head, and applied a Dragon Sleeper. Akira then hangs vertically from the turnbuckle, as Zyon flails about in pain.

 

“Good idea in principle, Akira, but, uh..”

 

 

The referee yells at Akira telling him to get off of Zyon, and Kaibatsu obeys. Akira does his best to salvage the wasted move, and goes for a cover on Zyon.

 

 

 

 

 

ONEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NO!

 

 

“Well, Akira knew what he was getting out of that one,” Mak comments.

 

Kaibatsu picks up Zyon by the hair, and whips him into the ropes. Zyon reverses the whip though, and Akira goes flying into the ropes. Kaibatsu bounces back, and Zyon catches him, and delivers a tilt-a-whirl in a way that Akira’s head is now under Zyon’s armpit! Zyon lifts him backwards, going for a reverse suplex, but he overshoots it, and Akira lands on his feet.

 

Grendel then comes running into the scene out of nowhere, and delivers a forearm that sends Zyon to the ground. Grendel then gets behind Akira, and puts in a full nelson. He keeps pulling backwards, going for a dragon suplex, but Akira struggles to stay in it.

 

“Grendel’s going for it all here!” King shouts.

 

Akira wiggles his arms free though. He then jumps up, and twists his body in mid-air, extending his foot, hitting Grendel in the neck! Grendel stumbles backwards, and falls right into the arms of Zyon. Zyon shuffles his head to the side, and appears to be going for a back suplex. He lifts Grendel up…and begins to spin around. After a third rotation, he plants Zyon’s back into the ground!!!

 

 

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

 

 

“BLUE THUNDER POWERBOMB!” Mak screams.

 

 

 

ONEEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

NO! NO! Kickout!

 

 

RAHHHHHHH!

 

“Oh my god, Grendel kicked out of the Blue Thunder Powerbomb!” Mak yells.

 

“What a match!” King says.

 

“Match? King, this whole show has been PHENOMENAL”

 

Zyon turns to the referee, holding up three fingers, pleading with him. Akira takes advantage of Zyon’s temporary lack of poise, and kicks him square in the face, sending him into the turnbuckle. Kaibatsu then runs at The Unique Youth, extending a foot out for a Yakuza kick, but Zyon ducks under it, and Akira’s foot is hung up on the rope. He struggles to get it off of the turnbuckle, and when he finally does, he’s met with a shotei from Zyon. Zyon then lifts Akira up onto the turnbuckle, and grabs him in a 3/4 headlock.

 

“Zyon’s going for an avalanche ace cutter, Mak! This would eliminate Akira for sure!”

 

Akira pushes Zyon’s arms off of his head, as quickly as he can. Zyon doesn’t let this stop him thoug—,

 

 

SMAAACCCKKK

 

—as he delivers a huge forearm to Kaibatsu’s chin! He then rises to the second rope, and puts Akira in a front facelock. Zyon goes for the superplex, but Akira hooks his feet on the ropes, not letting Zyon take him anywhere. Akira then uses all his energy to push Zyon off of the turnbuckle once again. Grendel then pops up out of no where again, and runs at Akira with a huge forearm. Akira’s knocked back on the turnbuckle, but not quite so far back that he would fall off the other side. Grendel then grabs Akira’s head on a front facelock, going for his own Superplex.

 

Zyon is up almost exactly as Grendel puts the front facelock in. He runs right back up the turnbuckle, and grabs Grendel’s waist.

 

“Oh god…All three men are up there! This could be dangerous!”

 

Zyon then pulls Grendel backwards, going for his Super Back Suplex. This forces Grendel to take Akira with him for a superplex! The mat bounces as each man hits the floor. A chant erupts, as the three competitors lie face down in the middle of the ring.

 

 

 

“A-KIR-A!”

 

“LET’S GO ZYON CLAP CLAP CLAPCALPCLAP”

 

“GREN-DEL! GREN-DEL!”

 

“I think Akira is dead.” Mak says, as calmly as anyone can possibly say that phrase.

 

The men lie on the ground, for almost 30 seconds, struggling to get to their feet, or crawl to a pinfall. No one is making any progress too quickly.

 

“The question is, Mak Francis, who took the worst of that fall? Was it Akira Kaibatsu, who fell from the top rope? Was it Grendel, who fell square in the middle of the ring? Or maybe Zyon, who had to lift up TWO men?”

 

Apparently the answer is Akira, because Zyon and Grendel are at their feet simultaneously. Zyon runs at Grendel with a clothesline, but Rose catches his arm. He then forces Zyon to bend down, and butterflies the arm he caught. Grendel swings his leg out, and uses the momentum to deliver a half-hatch suplex!

 

“These guys never slow down,” Mak compliments. “One move after another…they want this title more than you could imagine, folks.”

 

Grendel doesn’t go for the pin. He doesn’t get a chance. Zyon is at his knees, using all of his energy to get completely back to his feet. Grendel wont let him, though. He goes over to Zyon, and locks in a full nelson. He brings him back up to his feet, and flips him backwards, for a Dragon Suplex!!!

 

“He nails the Dragon Suplex! He’s got him bridged! Zyon is eliminated” King shouts.

 

 

The referee doesn’t make a count. He points to Zyon’s foot. It’s sticking out, inbetween the middle and bottom rope, and a count can’t be made.

 

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

“Wow, Grendel really got robbed in that one!” Mak shouts.

 

“This match just keeps getting better!”

 

 

Grendel patiently waits for the count, though. He doesn’t see the foot. Akira does though, and he dives towards Grendel, and forces Grendel away with a basement dropkick. Grendel bounces back towards the center of the ring, and is sitting up. Akira sprints towards him, and sits down at Grendel’s right. He wraps his arm around Grendel’s head, taking his wrist with him, bending it upwards. Akira then sticks his right arm through the hole he created with Grendel’s bent wrist.

 

“Akira’s got the Anaconda Vice locked in! There’s not much the champion can do!”

 

Zyon slowly gets up from the Dragon Suplex, and sees Akira with the Anaconda Vice locked on Grendel, and sits back by the turnbuckle, waiting it out. But then he has a better idea. He goes over to the ring apron parallel to Grendel and Akira. Zyon jumps up, and springboards off of the ropes. In mid air, he switches to a seated position, and hits both Akira and Grendel with leg drops at the same time!

 

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

 

“Zyon may not have made the smarted move there! He could have had one less person to deal with in this match!” Mak says.

 

“I think Zyon’s going for two less people to deal with, Mak. He’s going for the win!”

 

He covers both Akira and Grendel at the same time, by sitting between them and hooking their inside legs!

 

 

 

ONEEEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grendel kicks out!

 

“Akira’s still in there though!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEE!

 

 

NO! Akira kicked out!

 

RAHHHHH!

 

“Told you,” Mak says.

 

Zyon is extremely disappointed with himself for making that decision, but he doesn’t let it affect his wrestling. He picks up Akira by the mask right away, and throws a forearm his way. Kaibatsu responds almost immediately, throwing his European Uppercut! Zyon comes right back at him with another forearm, and Akira does the same. Zyon hits an elbow to Kaibatsu’s cheek. The Divine Wind tries to come back with a short armed clothesline, but Zyon ducks under it, and grabs him by the neck. He throws Akira down with an STO!

 

Zyon walks over to the turnbuckle, his back to Akira. He jumps onto the second rope, and jumps one more time. He splits his legs over the top rope, and moonsaults onto Akira!

 

 

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

“If there’s one thing Zyon does well, it’s fly. We’re well into this match, and Zyon still has the stamina to deliver the Dusk moonsault.”

 

Mak’s commentary isn’t heard very well though. The crowd is cheering a little to loudly, counting along with the referee.

 

 

ONEEEEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

YEAHHHHHHHHH!

 

“Akira stays in it! My god, ALL THREE MEN ARE STILL HERE!” King screams.

 

“I don’t know how, and I don’t really care how. This is amazing, King.”

 

Akira may have kicked out, but he doesn’t have much energy left. Grendel on the other hand, has been watching these two go at it for the past minute, and is fresh. He runs over to Zyon, and throws an elbow. He then runs back at the ropes, and goes for a lariat, but Zyon, running on pure adrenaline, is quicker to the punch and nails Grendel in the face with a lariat of his own!!

 

“All three of these men, are on their A-game today!”

 

 

Zyon and Akira get up at the same time. Zyon tries to hit Akira with an elbow, but Akira ducks under it. He then whips Zyon into the turnbuckle. Kaibatsu runs towards Zyon as fast as he can, and annihilates The Unique Youth with a Yakuza Kick!

 

 

YEAAHHHHHHH!

 

Akira turns around to focus on Grendel, but Grendel is already there, and he runs at Akira with a mean forearm! Grendel throws a chop at Akira’s chest, and then another forearm at the jaw, sending Akira rolling out of the ring!

 

“The fans are getting their moneys worth, tonight, King.”

 

“This match has been so great I don’t even care that you just recited an overused cliché, Mak.”

 

“All three of these men are truly great past or present Cruiserweight champions…Zyon took the belt off of JJ Johnson, ending his record breaking reign…Akira defended it nearly every show, and Grendel is still undefeated here in the SWF!”

 

“But how much longer will he stay undefeated?” King asks.

 

Almost as if to give King an answer, Grendel turns around, and nails Zyon in the back of the head with a forearm. He then puts Zyon in a chickenwing. He flips Zyon backwards, planting him on his face. He keeps the chicken wing locked over his head!

 

“Grendel’s taking a page out of Akira’s playbook! That’s The Rising Sun!” Mak shouts.

 

Zyon shrieks in pain, as Akira slowly climbs to the apron. He ascends to the turnbuckle, as Zyon begins to scream even louder. Kaibatsu jumps off, tilting backwards in the air. He drops down hard, planting his back into Grendel’s stomach with a Senton bomb!

 

 

RAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

 

“Senton Bomb! But at what price, King?”

 

“A pretty high one, Mak. Akira’s down after that move, too. And why in the hell would Akira break up that submission?”

 

“To please the fans!”

 

“This isn’t about fans, Francis! This is about a championship!”

 

Kaibatsu gets up quicker than the other two, but it took a decent length of time. He trudges over to the other end of the ring, where he picks up Grendel. Akira launches a European Uppercut at Grendel, before putting him in a front facelock. Kaibatsu lifts him up into the air, going for a suplex. He twists him in the air, and drops him down. Akira extends his knee out, and plants Grendel’s back over it!

 

 

“Divine Backbreaker!” Mak shouts.

 

YEAHHHHHHHHHH!

 

“This could be an elimination!” King shouts.

 

Akira opts not to make a cover however. Almost doubting his own move, he decides Grendel isn’t softened up enough to get a three count. Kaibatsu picks up Grendel by the mask, and puts him in a rear waist lock. He then moves his left hand up to Grendel’s arm, and puts in a half-nelson.

 

“Grendel could be going for a ride here!” King shouts, anticipating the half-nelson suplex.

 

Before Kaibatsu throws Grendel down with his cruiser killer, something catches Kaibatsu’s eye. Zyon is going to the top rope, and his back is to Grendel and Akira. At sight of this, the Divine Wind changes his plan. He spins Grendel around, and locks in another front facelock. He lifts Grendel up in the air, and stalls, looking at Zyon through the corner of his eye. Zyon finally stands at the top of the turnbuckle, and prepares to dive off. Then Akira puts his plan into action. He drops Grendel down, his legs bounce off the ropes, and he flips forward, completing a slingshot suplex!

 

Not only did that slingshot suplex put Grendel down, the rope movement crotched Zyon on the turnbuckle! Akira then moves Grendel to the right, so he is directly in front of the turnbuckle. Kaibatsu then climbs the turnbuckle, sharing it with Zyon. The Divine Wind puts The Unique Youth in a cravate.

 

“Going for an avalanche Divine Wind…”

 

“Oh, that isn’t all he’s going for, Mak!”

 

“What do you mean…”

 

Kaibatsu answers The Franchise’s question. He flips backwards with the cravate on Zyon. Akira plants Zyon’s head so hard into the mat, the momentum causes his feet to flop right in front of Akira for an easy pinfall.

 

And at the same time, nailing Grendel with a moonsault.

 

 

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

 

Akira has Zyon’s legs hooked, and a lateral press on Grendel. The referee slams both hands into the mat, counting two falls.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONEEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

 

DING DING DING!

 

 

“Oh my god, WHAT A MATCH!”

 

“Akira Kaibatsu wins the Cruiserweight title in a classic!”

 

 

Funyon picks up a microphone, as he hands Akira the title he lost no later than 3 weeks ago.

 

 

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEW ESS DUB EFF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORRRLLLLDDDDD….THE DIVINE WIND…AKIRA KAIBATSUUUUUU!”

 

 

Lockdown fades out, with Kaibatsu holding the title around for everyone to see.

[Guest Felonies!]

But then after the cameras stop, Felonies! comes out of the crowd, chairshots Kaibatsu, gets a ref, and counts the pin, 1-2-3! Felonies! is the champion! Tune in next time.

[Smartly Pretty 0]

The camera fades in. Kaibatsu eats the ham sandwich.

 

I can be lame, too, you know.

[the.weej 0]

I like random Czech apperances.

 

Anyway, Akira, I have to level with you: I liked your match the most. But you got auto-jobbed, because it was supposed to be elimination rules.

 

-Z

[JJ Johnson 0]

Didn't you read it? He pinned them both, and eliminated both of them at once.

[Guest Felonies!]

Guys, was my title win official

[Smartly Pretty 0]

The Champions Commitee has it written on their dry erase board. Only time will tell, friend.

[Ace309 0]

Sorry. Since you posted it in the losing match thread, it's clearly invalid.

[Guest Felonies!]

Guys, am I still the champ?